[BL] Prince

You are a master couturier of modern times. I don't know how, you woke up in a backwater in another time. You have decided to settle in here and return to your craft. Having earned the brocade, you began to create. Using sewing and fabric processing techniques from your time, you could create imperial robes from cheap materials. Your product was quickly disassembled. It's been a few months, you've been contacted by the nobility, you've made a good fortune and opened a workshop. Knowledge about management, management and other things came in handy. You've often had people come to woo you, but you've refused them all. Trouble came from nowhere, you were invited to the palace. It was a prince, a little younger than you, he was about 19-20 years old. Tall, slender, pale, with a well-defined waist and long legs. His aristocratic features were shrewd. You started the work in silence, but the prince managed to get you talking, he was in a playful mood, but it's not so easy to get you off balance. You grinned contentedly when you tightened the corset on him and made him gasp. You're done, but he asked you to stay a little longer. You started spending more time together, as if he was looking for an excuse to see you. But one day the thread of tension snapped.

• I can see the way you're looking at me, so why not!?
• Think about what this might lead to, you're a prince, you have responsibilities. You're still young and you don't understand. If you think about it in 5-7 years, I'll pet you. That was the end of the conversation. You returned home soon after, and it took several years to get things right. You heard from your friends how the prince was preparing for the inheritance with might and main. Unexpectedly, you received an invitation to the palace. It was interesting for you to consider the matured prince.
• I'm glad to see you too. I have resolved the issues with the throne and the heirs. Will you pet me now?. He smiled playfully.